It is not enough for us to restrain from doing evil, unless we shall also do good.

Quick enough, if good enough.

I am like the sick sheep that strays from the rest of the flock. Unless the Good Shepherd takes me on His shoulders and carries me back to His fold, my steps will falter, and in the very effort of rising, my feet will give way.

What good is speed if the brain has oozed out on the way.

He pinpointed Helen immediately, despite so many women—all dressed in somber mourning attire—against a background of pitch dark. He offered her a weak smile, somewhere between, ‘I didn’t mean to look at you’ and ‘I couldn’t help but look at you.

Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best.